Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.